I QUIT! 12 years ago today, I quit my job and became a business, man.
Now that I was divorced, I would only see my daughters every other weekend. In that same timeframe, I found myself working in retail management after having an excellent office job for a couple of years.
My shifts were all over the place: morning, evening, midday, and some overnight shifts just for shits and giggles.
I didn’t mind doing the work, but I hated that I was not spending much quality time with my girls. It was killing me inside. I wanted to do better for them, and now here I am struggling to see them more than a few hours a week. It sucked.
On most weekends, I would shuttle them from my parents, to my sister, to my in-laws. In some instances, I had to ask their mother to keep them on my scheduled weekends. The sadness was ripping me apart, and I had to do something.
So I quit. It seemed perfectly reasonable at the time. Apparently, there was a little recession going on.
The next three years were challenging, and I often wondered if I made a terrible decision. I got behind on taxes and child support and often wondered if I would run out of time before someone came knocking and locked me up.
But, I was present with my daughters. I was involved in their school and was even PTA President at some point. I did all the cheesy things you can imagine. All of them.
I’ve accomplished all the goals I set for myself in 2009. I wrote some new bigger goals at the end of 2020. Stay tuned.
